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I decided to make this chapter according to the movie. I liked this part better in the movie for it was more full of action.

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"Why are you angry at me? Dwarves are foul creatures." I didn't answer him. The Elven-King smirked and said "You'll get used to it." I jumped off the bed and yelled "Used to it? Why do you have to act like this? What did they ever do to you?" Thranduil face showed a big shock. He wasn't used to people yelling at him. More likely, the person yelling at him would end up in a prison. Thranduil hissed and said "I do not have to explain myself to you. They will be held prisoner for the end of their days." He had an evil tone in his voice. I turned my back on him and walked to the balcony. This felt wrong. For a brief moment I had even thought that I might love the Great Elven-King back, but his hatred for dwarves was just too big. "They are trying to take back Erebor," Thranduil said behind my back. He had followed me to the balcony. I was shocked. Erebor is guarded by Smaug the Terrible. "But how?" I asked. Thranduil smirked and said "By burglary." I knew immediately, what they were going to steal. The king's jewel. My father told me it had been beyond gorgeous. "But they will never get to Erebor," said Thranduil.

"I started yelling again "You have no right! If they want to take back Erebor, then they will!" Thranduil's face was full of disapproval, as he said "I can do whatever I want, my love. Remember that." Then he marched out of the balcony in a hurry. I could tell, he was angry, even disappointed, but how could I accept his decision? It was about time, the dwarves would take back Erebor. It was their homeland, it was Thorin's legacy.

"I woke up the next day to hear a maid whisper in my ear "My lady, please, wake up." As I opened my eyes, I noticed several maids in my room. They were all here to help me get ready for tonight. The Great Starlight celebrations and our announcement. I wasn't excited. The whole world will know who I am getting married to and most of all, my kin will know. Why should I only love one race, if I am from both? I knew Thranduil would force me to hate the dwarves and abandon my dwarven heritage.

The other maids noticed my distress but remained quiet. I was finally ready by the evening. I wore a green dress that sparkled. They even gave me a crown to wear. As I looked myself from the mirror, I couldn't help but to feel despised. I looked beautiful but my face was sad. I didn't want to do this, not like this. I wanted the love of my life to love me from his heart, to not care about my blood. I wanted somebody who would respect me and that wasn't Thranduil.

"Are you ready to go?" asked one of the maids. I sighed and said "I need a minute. I'll be there." They left me alone when I said I would walk to the great hall on my own. I knew what I had to do. I had to tell Thorin to not hate me. I was not going to be a traitor. I had to explain.

I was surprised that I knew the way to the prison. As I walked in from the door, I noticed Tauriel. "What are you doing here?" she asked. I didn't know what to say. Tauriel asked "Did you got lost?" For a moment I considered saying yes but then she would have escorted me back to the hall and my change to tell the truth was gone. I sighed and said "I need to speak with him, please." Tauriel looked at me, there was sorrow in her eyes. "I can't let you do that." I walked close to her and whispered "Please. Only for a brief moment." She nodded and replied "I will be back in ten minutes, that is all you have." I thanked her.

The way to the prison cells was short. I was beyond shocked when I found the cells empty. The dwarves were gone. I heard a muffled talk coming from downstairs and I followed it. I quickly run down the stairs and around the corner but I didn't expect for somebody to be there. I almost fell down as I run against something, or should I rather say someone. The someone was Thorin Oakenshield. His face was full of surprise as he helped me up. I tried to get free from his grip but he was strong. "What are you doing here?" he hissed. I tried to come up with an answer but I was silent. No words came out of my mouth. All I could think about was how strong he seemed to be. I felt sparks all over my body. A dwarf behind him said in a low voice "She is with Thranduil. She wants to stop us." I tried to say no but somebody interrupted me "We do not have time. Let's go!" I looked behind me and I noticed a hobbit. He was close to my height, only few centimetres apart. Everybody started to get into the barrels, except Thorin.

I tried to get free but his grip only tightened. "Thorin, we have to go now!" said the hobbit in an angry voice. Thorin sighed and dragged me to a barrel. "You are coming with me," he said as he lifted me into the barrel. I was beyond shocked when he climbed after me. I could feel his chest against my back. His beard tickled my neck. Thorin had a husky scent with him, a mixture of pines and the fresh air in the mountains. A young blond-haired dwarf in the barrel next to us asked "What are you doing, Uncle?" Thorin had no time to answer because suddenly the barrels started moving. I felt Thorin's grip tighten around my waist. The next moment we were in deep water. Only then I realized that this was the way out of Mirkwood. The river leaded near the Lake town.

My father had luckily teached me how to swim and hold my breath. The river was fast and with the heavy weight of dwarves, the barrels struggled to not go under water. I felt Thorin cough behind me several times but his grip never lightened. The sorrow was not over yet for that the river gates were sealed. Just as we were about to reach them, the guards were shot down. Not by us. Orcs. They came from everywhere. None of the dwarves had weapons, only Bilbo had his small dagger. I noticed a young dark-haired dwarf jumping out from his barrel. He struggled to get to the top of the gates to open them. Some of the other dwarves had gotten some orc weapons and tried to help him as much as they can. Just before the young dwarf could open the gates, an orc shot him. I heard Thorin yell behind me "Kili!" So that must have been that dwarfs name.

I was surprised when the elves came to kill the orcs. They could have let them kill us but they didn't. I noticed Tauriel and Legolas. Legolas had an orc almost kill him, when he noticed me in Thorin's arms. I only wished for him to not think badly of me. I know what it looked like. Thorin and I looked like a couple but it was nothing like that. I felt a glimpse of dissapointment but then the gates opened. Kili had managed to pull the handle down. Some of the dwarves barrels started to move but Thorin holded on to the gate. I noticed Kili who jumped to his barrel, he seemed to be in deep pain. I felt sorry for him, I hated the orcs and Kili was from my own kin.

We were free from Mirkwood but the orcs followed us. Bilbo struggled to hold him against our barrel. He had forgotten to help himself to a barrel and now he was drowning. I yelled at Thorin "Please save the hobbit, I am not escaping anywhere from here!" He grabbed Bilbo by his coat but one hand remained around my waist. Other dwarves tried to kill as many orcs as they could. With the help of elves they managed. Soon enough we were free and washed to a shore.